88 



Harmon's journal. 



has been, as I think, the coldest day that I ever 

 experienced. In fact, the weather is so severe, 

 that our hunters dare not venture out of their 

 tents, although they, as well as ourselves, have lit- 

 tle to eat. 



Sunday, 7. During the last three days, we 

 have subsisted on tallow and dried cherries. This 

 evening, my men returned from Alexandria, with 

 their sledges loaded with buffaloe meat ; and the 

 sight of it, was truly reviving. Had this favour 

 been withheld from us a few days longer, we must 

 have all miserably perished by famine. 



Monday, 8. All the Indians of this place, ex- 

 cepting my hunters, have gone to pass about a 

 couple of months, as they are accustomed to do, 

 at this season, on their beloved food, the buffaloe. 



Friday, 19. At present, thanks to the Giver 

 of all good, we have a pretty good stock of pro- 

 visions in store, and therefore expect not again to 

 want, this season. 



Saturday, March 6. I have just returned from 

 a visit to my friends at Alexandria, where I pass- 

 ed four days very pleasantly, in conversing in my 

 mother tongue. This is a satisfaction that no one 

 knows, excepting those, who have been situated 

 as I am, with a people with whom I cannot speak 

 fluently. And if I could, it would afford me little 

 satisfaction to converse with the ignorant Canada 



